(I'm apologizing in advance for typos I might make. I'm on my phone
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Annelise sauntered into the kitchen and leaned on the counter with one elbow.
"How should I help?" The girl asked, yawning a bit. Bran scowled.
"First, fix your attitude and your posture. It won't help buisness in the least." He ordered condecendingly.
"Yeah, yeah. I will." She muttered, standing up straighter and making her eyes more lively. "Better?"
